My right eye is a god-level computer

In the dungeon of Dracula's castle.

Liu Di was a little dazed.

The scene just now echoed in his mind.

After hearing Liu Di's self-exposure, the iron-faced man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, attracting all the nobles to watch.

Then his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he waved his hand and said: "What a good Sir Cummings, imprison him for me, and I will execute him personally when the moon is full!"

"Yes! Grand Duke of Wallachia!"

Then more than a dozen guards rushed out, controlled Liu Di, and then took him to this dungeon.

""

"This is not right."

"I have judged it a long time ago."

"Grand Duke of Wallachia, that is, Dracula, can be regarded as a historical celebrity."

"His story is recorded in many churches."

"It also includes many portraits of him."

"Although it is a little abstract, it is certain that he is not wearing an iron mask, and his body is not burly, and he has black hair."

"Why"

Liu Di's eyes trembled slightly.

Looking at the dark environment around, there was a foul smell, dried blood at the feet, and even a few white bones.

I made myself so embarrassed.

Fortunately, no one here knows me.

Dangdangdang.

I heard someone knocking on the railing above my head.

Liu Di raised his head slightly and saw a very small ventilation window set above the wall of this dungeon.

Della was still wearing women's clothes, lying on the window, grabbing a small stone and knocking on the railing.

He said seriously: "My friend, you are really a brave man, I will always remember you."

Liu Di's mouth twitched, "I came here specially to give you a heads-up."

Della laughed, "Don't worry, my dear Duchess, she will get you out soon!"

Under the sun setting in the west, a slender figure wearing a huge cloak slowly walked over.

Liu Di stepped on the bed in an instant, squinted through the skylight.

The figure was getting closer and closer.

The outline of the face under the hood became clearer.

A white face, a cherry mouth, and a pair of long eyes like autumn water.

Liu Di's heart trembled, Gu Fan!

But then his heart fell to the bottom, it was really Gu Fan!

How could she

Dela looked at Liu Di and smiled proudly: "My friend, thanks to you, please witness our meeting. I believe that with your sincere blessing, the Duchess and I will definitely get a happy result!"

And the woman in the cloak slowly came to Liu Di's skylight, stretched out her white arm, and handed over a sheepskin wine pot.

However, her hand was grasped by Liu Di!

Causing the Duchess to lean forward!

Dela's smile froze, "Friend, you..."

However, in Liu Di's eyes, there was only that beautiful woman at this time, separated by the railing, with eyes looking through the autumn water.

But the next moment

Liu Di also found something wrong. The woman's face was 90% similar to Gu Fan, but she had a mole at the corner of her eye, blonde hair, and blue pupils.

Most importantly, the woman's charming eyes gave people a timid and shy feeling.

It was completely different from Gu Fan's elegant, pure and lovely temperament.

Liu Di subconsciously loosened his palm.

She was not Gu Fan!

But there were people in the world who looked so similar?

And they were of foreign blood?

The Duchess blushed slightly and handed over the wine pot and said, "You take a rest first. I will arrange a prisoner to replace you later."

Liu Di's brain was a little confused. He took the kettle and nodded subconsciously.

"I said it couldn't be Gu Fan!"

The voice of the demon boy came, "There is a strange phenomenon in the world. In the past, some people can always be found who look surprisingly similar to some people at the moment. Some people say that this is because God used the same template to create people, but in my eyes, it is the accidental repetitiveness of the code!"

Liu Di was stunned.

This woman from more than 600 years ago looked almost exactly like Gu Fan.

And Gu Fan herself seemed to have discovered this. She went in and out at this time point just like looking in a mirror, watching this interesting scene!

What a curious heart, it almost made me lose my soul.

I saw Della looked at Liu Di with a defensive look on her face, and dragged the Duchess to a tree not far away.

Dracula Castle occupies a large area, and this remote area is not noticed by anyone.

The sky gradually darkened.

A full moon slowly emerged.

Della and the Duchess sat side by side under the tree, and there was a feeling of innocence and childhood.

A few meters away, Liu Di in the small window also had a playful look on his face, shaking his head to himself, feeling that this trip was as ups and downs as a roller coaster.

He slowly sat in the dungeon, opened the sheepskin wine pot in his hand and smelled it, and it turned out to be a fine grape wine.

Medieval Europe was unique in winemaking technology.

Della sighed and said slowly: "Madam, we may not be together in the future, and we can't have a tryst under the moon like this."

The Duchess was slightly stunned, "Why?"

"I want to join the army."

Della looked into the distance, "The Ottoman Empire is wantonly invading our territory. Countless compatriots are brutally killed every day, and young forces are also betrayed by the nobles. There is also a plague raging on the earth."

"Our people are in dire straits."

"The royal aristocracy only cares about pleasure and swallows their anger."

"I know that my power is very weak, and I may not cause any waves if I put it into the battlefield."

"Maybe, it will just add an unknown corpse on the battlefield."

"But."

"I don't want to live like a coward."

"I want to kill the enemy."

"The Ottoman soldiers are the real demons. Kill one to balance my sins. Kill ten and I will no longer be abandoned. Kill a hundred and the gate of heaven will open for me."

"Do you support me?"

After saying this, Della looked at the beauty beside her.

The Duchess' eyes sparkled, and she was stunned for a moment.

And Liu Di in the dungeon also heard these words carefully.

He slowly drank a sip of the wine in the wine pot. It was sweet at first, then bitter, but these did not suppress the fierce and unyielding taste of alcohol.

Liu Di nodded, raised the wine pot over the skylight, and faced the bright moon, "Good wine, good spirit."